Let's get a look at this guy...

He was oddly overdressed for the warm weather, with every part of his skin covered. His black zippered hoodie had long sleeves with his hands currently stowed away in the front pockets. His beige cargo pants were baggy and partially covered his brown boots. A medical face mask and sunglasses concealed his face, though she could see his skin was extremely pale and the locks of hair visible from the raised hood of his hoodie looked curiously white.

He seemed to be ignoring her. Either that or he was asleep. He was hunched forward, head lowered and not moving. Even as Iceland leaned inward to get a better look at him, he showed no reaction to her presence. She moved to kneel on her chair sideways, hands on the armrest as she leaned closer, as if getting her eyes as close as possible to him would allow her to better scrutinize his appearance and mannerisms. He was quite tall now that she noticed... Possibly six feet, maybe an inch or two taller?

As Iceland squinted her eyes at his mostly-concealed face, she didn't realize her sweater was hanging down in the front, giving a clear view of her deep cleavage. It was this very view she was giving when the guy raised his head slightly and turned to look at her.

Then promptly screamed and shot out of his seat.

"KYAA!"

Iceland reeled back in shock, falling out of her chair and landing upside down with her legs still up on her chair. Her sweater dress fell a bit, revealing the girl's bare pussy. She hastily grabbed the hem, pulling it back up and giggling to herself at the accidental exposure. Angling her head, she looked upside down at the man backed up against the waiting room wall, staring at her like she was some kind of wild animal he was afraid would strike at any time.

Iceland pulled herself back up right, dusting herself off as she stood. "Hi there!" she greeted, waving with both hands. "I'm Iceland and I'm gonna be the new intern here! Nice to meet ya!"

He didn't respond.

"Ya okay there?" she asked, concern in her voice.